Growing up, I already knew that I will not end up with a typical life. I had no interest in school. No interest in money. No interest in anything. I had no talents and I’m definitely not going to do any wonders. I was a big disappointment to everyone. Probably by the time I die, my presence will be gone with the rest. Forgotten. I was okay with that. I prefer it that way. A quiet slip through the back door would be a perfect exit. But I knew since a young age that these feet will get me far. Maybe I’ll still be below many people, but what is the point of being up high with pride when it means that you’ll be constricted in your little space? I rather be lost as long as I’m free. I love my life, I really do. It took me a while to realize it, but man I love this earth. Of course things didn’t come easy and I didn’t get to run without falling a few times and leave a scar here and there. I’m moving soon. This isn’t my first, or second, or third time. I have not packed and I probably won’t until the night before. I don’t plan on bringing much but a few pair of clothes and my favorite belongings. It’s very exciting. My bones shake with joy when I think about it. Another place, another life, another perspective, reintroducing myself all over, meeting people, finding new places… I love it all! This is the one thing I’m proud of. I may lack what many others have. Many, many things. A wallet for example. I lose so many that I gave up on keeping one. I walk around with money stuffed in my jean pockets. I’m a mess with nothing valuable. But I really don’t care. I have one thing that most people don’t have, and that one thing is all I need to be happy. Freedom. Freedom and this earth to walk on. I can’t wait for the next adventure. Wish me luck guys! ^__^;;